Mild Child

This ten year old, smiling summer eyes

They win, they win

Their survival showed us how they could dance like angels

There was a talking on the clouds, the sun, some young nervous head just learned to punish

Being calm inside to hide away from each your haters and their wings

He sighed and tried to hide, but I recall the alien eyes and what that felt like

Cause they were happy laughing there, then the delayed window came

But don't allow yourself to vacantly lead any kind of virtuous life

Because each of us is both of them, one blowing out, one breathing in